VOODOO
Gilligan stuck the pin in the dolls behind, and watched in amazement as a native came screaming out from the jungle and swam away. Gilligan waited till he was out of sight before looking at his big buddy.
"So that was all our imagination, right, Skipper?" he asked. The Skipper took a deep breath and started to walk away. "Well? I was right, wasn't I?" Gilligan continued.
"No one likes a wise guy," was the Skipper's only reply.
It'd really kill you to admit when I'm right, won't it? the young sailor thought, with a small scowl as Skipper departed. He looked at the doll in his hands, sighed, and went back to camp.
XXX
An hour later Skipper walked into the hut to find Gilligan playing with all seven of the dolls he had found. The Skipper saw Gilligan had made four small huts, as well along with a beach area, and everything. Gilligan was so busy making a dress for Ginger's doll that he didn't even notice the Skipper looking at him. Without a sound, the Skipper picked up the Gilligan doll that was on a small hammock in one of the doll house huts and took off his hat…
WHACK! Gilligan fell off his chair, and then looked up to see Skipper laughing at him. He scowled but, decided right then to get revenge. He had the pin in his hand that he had been using to make the Ginger-doll's dress. He stood up, and while the Skipper was busy laughing, he picked up the dummy Skipper.
POKE…
"Ouch! Gilligan! Wait until I get my hands on you!" Skipper yelled, as he rubbed his behind.
Gilligan grinned and took off out of the hut.
XXX
Two hours later, the sailor returned to find all the dolls gone. (He never would figure out where the Skipper hid them.)
With a sigh of defeat he took out his diary and hopped into his hammock.
Dear Diary,
Thures luts of vooodooos on these iland. I fond dolls that loukied lyke us tuday and a vooodooo guy mad them. Prafesseer was a zumbee for a day whil we wer atticked. My shoe has a hol in it now. I guts him
bak in his buyheind tho!
Gilligan